Xie Ru replied indifferently, "Heh~"
Seeing that he was unwilling to elaborate, Zhou Qiubai chose not to press him.
"Actually, you could say he came to terms with things." Xie Ru shook his head. "He came to terms with what an emperor ought to. In the end, there was only one person he couldn't let go of."
Zhou Qiubai looked at Xie Ru, understanding dawning on him. "You mean Qian Renxue?"
Xie Ru should, in fact, have known Qian Renxue's identity.
Xie Ru did not answer. He merely raised his head and glanced at the sky.
At the end of the main road, a figure clad in plain white slowly came into view.
By the time she drew closer, Zhou Qiubai could already make out her face.
Qian Renxue stood quietly in the middle of the road, dressed in plain robes and holding the Angelic Holy Sword. Holy light swirled into faint golden eddies around her feet.
"Mr. Xie." Qian Renxue bowed to Xie Ru, her tone respectful, yet a trace of coldness showed in her eyes.
Xie Ru stopped and fixed his gaze on her. "Have you come to welcome me, or to block my path?"
Qian Renxue answered bluntly, "I've come for Zhou Qiubai."
Zhou Qiubai stepped out from behind Xie Ru and smiled. "I'm right here."
Qian Renxue's gaze settled on him. In an instant, a faint golden light shone in her eyes, as though something had lit up within her pupils.
"I'm sorry," she said calmly.
Zhou Qiubai replied evenly, "Then what are you waiting for?"
The air behind Qian Renxue seemed to begin twisting. Clearly, she truly intended to strike.
Unless she killed him, she could not complete her divine trial. A being that violated the rules of the Douluo Continent had to be erased.